The Intent 2

Usually, writing reviews of terribly constructed and downright awful films is the most fun a critic can have, but The Intent 2 takes that to a brand new level

Usually, writing reviews of terribly constructed and downright awful films is the most fun a critic can have, but The Intent 2 takes that to a brand new level; so much so that it isn’t enjoyable to rip it apart scrutinising each of its awful components, ravaging what can only menially be called an actual film. The Intent 2 is so bad it doesn’t even allow for criticism to take hold, because genuinely, what is the point?

Jay (Ghetts) and his gang of friends are contract killers, taking down anyone they are told to across the dark streets of London. But when they get on the wrong side of a similar gang in the city, their task becomes much bigger, including a trip to Jamaica to take out anyone who gets in their way.

At least, that seems like what The Intent 2’s plot consists of. Most of it comes through in the form of muddled and nonsensical dialogue, painful and strenuous action sequences and its consistent thirst for blood and guns. It’s meaning, or lack of, never surfaces its head, leaving the film to lie void of any quality for its entire run time.

The Intent 2 shouldn’t exist in the way it does, producers and executive producers are there for a reason, and it is genuinely astonishing that a second film was made if the first is anything remotely similar. Personally, I haven’t seen it, and I certainly don’t plan to after witnessing this particular car crash of a picture.